A sleek black sedan pulled up to the entrance of the camp and let out a tall, tanned boy with reflective raybans that hid his vaguely pissed off expression. He slung a duffle over his shoulder and waved a dismissive hand at the chauffer, sending it off down the road. This shit again. He supposed this shit was better than the shit he had to deal with the other nine months of the year. Still, he would almost rather spend his summer like a normal teenager. The Avengers could wait, but it was that kind of thinking that made his parents worried he would turn into some kind of villain.

He gravitated to Agent Winters and the gaggle of teens around her. He scoffed at what she said. Learning and fun. Those always went well together.